When I Grow Up…
Ask a five year-old what they want to be when they grow up and they’ll answer you in a heart beat. Ask the newly turned twenty-four me, well… you might as well sit down on a comfy chair with a bag of popcorn as I try to figure that out.
I mean seriously, I’m what most people would call grown up yet I’m still uncertain of what I really want to be. Granted that I’ve set myself up with so many back up plans that I’m not too worried about what to do if I don’t have a clue, which I don’t, but I would like to have a career, not just a job.
During college, I figured that I wanted to go into publishing and I still do, but the response to my hundreds of resume submissions haven’t gotten a response. Not too mention that I currently hate my job, so I’ve taken into my head to be a teacher. So now I’m interning at a middle school and loving it yet, my desire to go into publishing hasn’t died or simmered. Apparently, I really want to be in that field.
So what to do? I can’t just keep working a job I hate and hope that I’ll get the job of my life, right? Right. I’ve decided to stick to the teaching idea. I like it so far and since it comes with great benefits (summer vacation every year!), I figured what the heck? Not too mention that I’m hoping to be teaching English which means all I get to talk about every day is reading and writing. Who wouldn’t mind a job like that!
The path is set, for now, and I’m walking, but if you were to ask even now what I want to be when I grow up then I’ll probably respond, “Everything and anything and a whole lot more.”